As we jump back into the melting pot of emotion I feel relief at the fact that I wasn't there at Game Night, but also regret for the same reason. It was a situation that gathered momentum so rapidly, and as you have seen in the aftermath, regrets are plentiful. . . and too late.

Would I have been able to calm the situation? I don't honestly know, but one things is for sure -- I wouldn't have made it worse. . .I was saddened by the actions of many that night. Even when Kyle came to explain the situation the next day, I was naively unaware of the depths of devastation and anger that had been reached...let's leave that aside for a moment.

So finally, my beauty is getting married, and so we started the preparation for her wedding by meeting with Kevin Lee the quintessentially flamboyant wedding planner. He had worked for my partner in Epione, my skin care line, and had, in fact, created his wedding, which was amazing, so I knew I would be in safe hands. Pandora was a little more difficult to persuade, however ultimately she trusted me. . .but then Kevin accelerated into top speed with his ideas of a million dollar plan. Trust me it would never happened, there was more chance of a pig flying. So I cajoled them both and hoped that at some stage we would all reach some sort of compromise. Weddings are a complicated scenario with an abundance of opinions. There is plenty of room for disaster, so after our first meeting I prayed that this would ultimately prove to be the pleasurable experience that we had dreamt of for years. . .Watch this space!

Our next segment was Camille's charity lunch, to which we all went in support of her and her mother. I was surprised to see Brandi and Dana there, as I knew there was still a huge cloud of negativity hanging over this group. I sat next to Kyle still unaware of exactly what had transpired between all of them, but feeling uneasy because I believed Brandi to be the aggressor and there she was in such close proximity to us all. Time passed. She said nothing, and I started to feel increasingly ill at ease. It was embarrassing, so I tentatively extended an olive branch, asking where she lived -- a ridiculous question under the circumstances, but I wanted her to be aware the door of communication was open with me. But when she shut me down with a one word answer, I decided to leave well alone.

This story takes many twists and turns, dragging you the viewer on an obstacle course not for the faint-hearted. But remember as you judge us, know we are not privy to all that you see while we are in each situation, if I knew then what I know now -- things would have been handled differently.